Hero Worship (Jet + Smellerbee, PG13)

[arcticwolfcub]

I love this story it's so beautiful and pg-13 is still good 4 me no wories. oh year plz go on my fanfic "after anng" thanks

[Kin~]

Awesome story! Please continue! x3 That first italicized part gave me chills.

lovemai said:

Yeah, Smellerbee is a very hard character to write for.

XD I can vouge you on that... I role play her on another site. Well I have someone playing Longshot to help keep me on focus... but she is very hard. o.o;

[ReelTrebleMaker]

kintaka said:

Awesome story! Please continue! x3 That first italicized part gave me chills.

lovemai said:

Yeah, Smellerbee is a very hard character to write for.

XD I can vouge you on that... I role play her on another site. Well I have someone playing Longshot to help keep me on focus... but she is very hard. o.o;

I think that part of the reason for that is that we don't see much of her, or a big demonstration of her character. She's got a pretty open-ended existence.

[Kin~]

Yeah. o.o; Alot of the personality I use is kinda like a mesh of all the Smellerbees of fanfics and artwork. Well there is alot from Plight of the Freedom Fighters, too. XD I'm hoping we'll see more of her... I'm pretty sure she'll be in the finale battle, I mean they'll need Bee and Longshot for their specialties. And besides that The Duke will want to know where they are... poor guy. He doesn't know Jet is dead yet. X__X

[The Crystal [Hope] Catacombs]

I know. It's so sad.

[Hinata Uzumaki IS BACK]

when are you gonna continue!!??

[The Crystal [Hope] Catacombs]

Soon, soon, I promise! It takes time to write such complicated ships such as Azulaang and Jet/Smellerbee (no matter how I word it, that shipping name never sounds right). I'm still working on the chapter of Power Hungry, but it will [hopefully] be finished by this weekend. If not, please bear with me, I will have new chapters up as soon as possible.

[The Crystal [Hope] Catacombs]

At long last, I present...

CHAPTER THREE

Guilt lay heavy in the air as we crept the bushes. Not all of us were as comfortable in our own filthy skins as Jet was in his. My stomach clenched fiercely. I was only thirteen years old. This didn't feel right.

The night covered our crawling bodies, but our birdcall code did us no good after all the real birds had nestled down to sleep hours ago. Instead, I kept my voice low as I whispered to Longshot.

"We shouldn't be doing this."

His silent gaze reached me in the darkness. Would you really abandon Jet? it asked.

"Of course not!" I hissed. His face was smug in the shadows, and I knew he was right. I couldn't leave Jet

Besides, maybe Jet knew what he was doing. Our gang was fighting a war, after all. A couple of orphan kids in a treetop hideout against an entire village of Fire Nation freaks. Life was bound to get terrifying every now and then. I told myself to trust Jet, and then everything would be fine.

Although a glance upward to where the Tree Sliders crouched, holding the lifeless form, sent my mind reeling.

My heart thumped so hard in my chest that I could swear the sound was louder than the unnerving rustle of the undergrowth as we moved along towards the village. I looked around, but no one else seemed to hear it.

Suddenly, Longshot whipped around and held me steady, his eyes demanding that I stop dead and stay quiet. We were close. I could taste fear in the cool night air, mixing with mist and moistening soil.

Two Fire Nation guards walked by. I took in a sharp breath and held it, feeling ready to explode. Surely they would be able to sense our presence. I felt as if I were going to vomit. The idea of leaving Jet stranded in the town, waiting for us... It made my skin crawl.

We couldn't get caught.

I crouched low, scared t death, holding my breath. The masked guards strolled past, not even noticing us. As soon as they were past us, I motioned for the others to hurry. It would be only moments before the next patroll came. The village had doubled its security since the general's daughter had gone missing three days before.

The Tree Sliders pushed off from the limb, slipping nimbly down the trunk. The worked together to hold up the body. I felt my stomach twist in knots.

All eight of us crept into the town, sneaking along like cats under cover of the night. We climbed through the back window of the nearest, where Jet was waiting inside. He knew the home was empty tonight. It was perfect.

We laid the general's daughter on the floor by the bed, her robes spreading like bird wings on the stone. I looked away.

"How is this going to work, Jet?" Little Leechi asked quietly, his narrow eyes gleaming with worry in the darkness.

"This os the house of another military official. We've set up the body so that we can frame this guy for killing her. It'll turn the Fire Nation against themselves, and they will hopefully destroy themselves," Jet answered, grinning crookedly. "The villagers will be free."

"But what if they figure out it was us?" he wondered.

"Then they'll know we mean business," Jet replied. He winked.

The Duke put his head by the window and motioned for us to be quiet. Footsteps shuffled by outside, the guards' laughter hanging in the wind. I let myself breathe as the sound of the patrols faded.

"Okay gang, time to get out of here," Jet ordered, helping everyone sneak back through the window.

I glanced back at the girl lying dead on the floor. I felt a twinge of sympathy for her, despite her evil heritage. We had fooled her. Jet had fooled her. And now she was dead.

Poor thing. Jet knew he could have anyone he wanted, and so he used that charm to trick her. She fell in love, just like any other girl would. he treated her beautifully, touching her in a way I wished he would touch me, pretending to love her. Then, last night, he had slipped poisonous leaves into her tea.

I couldn't blame her for falling for him. She was just another fool like me. I would have left my home, too, if Jet had asked me to. She just happened to be the right fool for our mission.

"Smellerbee! Come on!" Jet hissed. I climbed through the window, with Jet close behind me. As we scurried into the woods, I forced myself not to look back.

It was late, and we all said our goodnights before turning in.

I suffered half slumber until dawn, though. Guilt and anxiety jolted me awake everytime I closed my eyes. It was like the image of the girl's dead body had been burned onto the inside of my eyelids. Exhaustion finally took over as the sun's rays broke the horizon. I slept dreamlessly.

It was nearly noon by the time The Duke woke me up by taking hold of my wrist and shaking my entire arm.

"Smellerbee!" he cried. "Wake up! Come on!"

I let out an annoyed groan and sat up. "What is it?" I whined, rubbing my eyes with my free hand. He didn't answer, only jerked me to my feet and dragged me outside.

We slid down the zipline together, landing roughly on the cool forest floor. The Duke continued to pull me along until we reached the rest of the gang. They were gathered in a huddled circle, their faces contorted with sadness and anger. The Tree Sliders hugged one another, tears streaming down their faces. And in the middle of the group, Jet was digging a hole, his face grave, with Little Leechi's tirched body laying on the ground beside him.

They knew.

The Fire nation knew it was us.

I turned and ran. I was incredibly angry. How could Jet betray us? He had assured us that nothing bad could happen. But he was wrong. How could he be wrong? Jet was never wrong!

Despite the fear that I might be next, I raced blindly into the forest. I might have heard someone calling my name, but I was too focused on not tripping to really hear who it was or why they were so concerned. It didn't matter.

After a while, my lungs couldn't bear to let me take another step. I stumbled to a tree and sat myself down between two roots, breathing heavily. I briefly wondered why it didn't occur to me to react like a normal girl should--- crying and picking flowers to lay on the grave--- but I ignored it. I didn't want to cry. I wanted to scream and fight.

It wasn't long before Jet found me. I knew it wouldn't be. All the same, I didn't want to see him. I was too upset to think clearly. I shook off his hand when he tried to lay it on my shoulder. He sighed, clearly irritated by my behavior.

"Listen, Smellerbee..."

"No!" I snapped. "I'm not going to listen. I listened to you when you said it was a good plan. I listened to you when you said that everything would be fine. But it's not!"

"You don't understand. This is a war. If you want to leave, then go ahead, but I refuse to stop fighting until the Fire Nation leaves. This is how war operates. A life for a life. It happens. If you can't handle that, then go," he said intensely. I looked up at him in alarm. Leave? I couldn't leave him!

"No. I won't live without you. I'm going to stay," I told him. He gave me a brotherly one-armed hug.

"Good. I don't want you to go."

And I had to believe him.

[firefists101]

This is awesome! Continue soon please!